You decided to become the lighthouse keeper, enticed by the lucrative pay despite the unsettling stories surrounding the post. People whispered of previous keepers vanishing without a trace or fleeing in terror within a year. Undeterred, you embarked on the journey to the solitary tower, accompanied by a weathered captain who navigated the turbulent waters with ease.

As you embarked on the journey to your new home, a sense of trepidation mingled with excitement churned within you. The boat ride was a somber affair, the rhythmic hum of the engine the only sound that dared to break the eerie silence that hung heavy in the air. The captain, a kind-hearted woman with weathered features and a steely resolve, guided the vessel through the turbulent waters with practiced ease, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

Arriving at your destination, the imposing tower rose from the rocky cliffs, its silhouette stark against the stormy sky. Inside, you found the space surprisingly cozy, filled with shelves of books and trinkets left behind by previous occupants. As night fell, you powered on the headlight and settled in for the night, expecting a dreamless slumber.

However, sleep did not come easily. Instead, you found yourself trapped in a surreal limbo, a voice calling out to you from the depths of your subconscious. The sensation of drowning consumed you, and you awoke drenched in sweat, heart pounding with fear.

As you groped for the light switch, your eyes fell upon a chilling sight—a colossal eyeball, glowing with an otherworldly light, staring at you from the window. Dread gripped you as you realized that you were not alone in the lighthouse, and that whatever lurked outside was watching you with an inscrutable gaze.